You Can't Fly Unless You Let Yourself Fall

Chapter 2

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*Savannah*

The people at the Hospital were so lovely and patient towards me. I was only learning and they treated me like I was already part of their full time staff. I loved working in the hospital, I loved waking up in the morning and knowing that I was going to help somebody today.

I had a daily routine every morning. Wake up at 6:30, make myself breakfast, have a shower, get dressed, then spend 10 minutes covering the scar above above my eyebrow, ring my mother- this wasn't a set thing, it only happened on some mornings, and then leave for work on my bicycle, or I would drive. I preferred not to drive.  

The scar that lined my eyebrow has been their since I was 12. When I was 12 my family was in a car accident. My father, Leigh was driving when a drunken man swerved onto our side of the lane. My brother and I where in the back. Harrison escaped with a broken arm, he was 10. My mother, a severe concussion, 2 broken ribs and and broken nose. Myself, My head was slammed into the seat in front of me. The impact was so hard, I lost my memory. Still, to this day I cannot remember many things before the accident. When I try to, things become hazy and confusing. The things I remember, are the things people have told me. I also received a large gash, running parallel to my right eyebrow. My father, he died in the accident. His seat was were the other car manly impacted, I was seated behind him. 

I don't remember my dad. Only that he was loving and kind and warm. Mom used to tell me stories about him, and I would try to remember him, but I couldn't. He was a hazey fragment of my mind.

I cover up the scar, because it helps me forget.

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I was sitting behind the desk at the hospital, fiddling with a pen as I filled out personal paperwork. My coffee had gone cold, so I decided to make myself a new one. As I stood, I heard the rush of footsteps and the speed of wheels. I could hear desperate voices and monitors beeping. The noise grew louder and louder, until the co motion was in front of me.

A boy, around 21 was bound to a hospital bed, he was unconscious. I could see a woman looking desperately at the boy, I gathered she was his mother. Their was a few other men, making phone calls and pacing in the hall way. The doctor, Harry King, gasped "Find me an empty room!" 

I scanned the computer for a moment before saying, "Room 56 is available. It's the closet room to hear, straight down the hall to your left." 

And with that, the bed was off down the hallway. 

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For hours, I heard no movement from room 56. It wasn't until 5 hours later, that the women who I thought was his mother came to the desk. 

"Hi, um. Do you have any coffee?" She whispered. I could hear how tired she was. 

I stood up and walked down the hall way. "This way." She followed me into the dining room. I motioned to were the coffee was. 

"Thank you." She managed to say before offering me a smile. I smiled back and for the first time our eyes locked. She stared at me for a moment before shaking her head and focusing on the coffee. 

I left the room and went back to my desk. Her eyes showed so much pain, so much emotion. But I felt like I knew them, like I had seen them before. 

**5 Days Later**

"Savannah, can you please do a quick check of patient in room 56." 

I hadn't seen the women, since that night. As I made my way down the hall to room 56, I hoped I would see her again. I opened the door and saw the boy alone. He was asleep. 

Quietly, I analysed his information at the end of the bed. Justin Drew Bieber, Born 1st of March 1982.  That made him 21. 

"Can you please get me some water." Croaked Justin. I dropped the pieces of paper from fright.  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's okay." I said, as I picked up the paper. As I looked up I saw his brown eyes starring at me, I blushed. "Um, yes. I'll get you, your water." 

When I returned he had a smirk on his face. I placed the water down beside him as I continued to read over the information. 

"What's your name?" He asked, "Savannah." I said without looking up at him. 

"Savannah, huh? I once knew a Savannah." I looked up this time, to be greeted by his brown eyes starring at mine. 

"I um, need to take your blood pressure. So could you please sit up." I moved towards him and as he sat up the blanket fell, revealing his body. I looked at the ceiling so I could regain my face and my mind. I had to act professional. 

"So, Justin. How did you end up in hospital?" I took a quick glance at his face, again his eye's where starring at mine. "I was in a car accident." I looked at him again, with sympathy I said, "I'm sorry to hear that." Justin shrugged and continued, "I was trying to find someone. Someone who meant a lot to me. But I was trying to hard, they had forgotten about me. I was driving back to Stratford when I hit a pole, wrapped myself around it and now I'm here." I concentrated on the pump letting the words sink in. 

"Your blood pressure is normal. I will be back to check on you in 1 hour." I stood up and left the room, holding my breath. There was something about this boy, I wanted to see him again.